Faint whispering breeze upon your morning shadow whispers your mystery.
I scrape up your roots and follow your flashes.
Words sleep fitfully in my mind until you, my enchanting muse, wrap me in your inspirational blanket, intoxicating me with ethereal visions and swirling auras.
Underneath my skin, I feel nothing until you throw me a lifeline to entice me to the light brushing under my door, awakening senses arousing decadent flesh teaching me to scribble raw words, venturing to vistas with no horizons.
Teaching me to tiptoe in the light of the moon and shoot my soul with laser beams of creative energy.
Vibrations in veiled heart levitate as I hold my cup for you to fill.
I quiver when you move into my writings to reside with me - clone of my soul, inspiration of tides.